Abhijeet Dipke's name, yaar… I was reading my son's old newspaper cuttings from his hostel, and I saw his picture. That boy's been running for so long, his face tells the story of all the delays. Sometimes I think about my own daughter's college form—how long we wait for a single signature, a single fee receipt—and I wonder, aath mein kitna wakt hai? We keep saying 'progress is coming,' but for the ones who are running, the track feels longer every day. Bas, let the system give him his due before his race is over.

Yaar, this injury list feels like my old Heidelberg press — just when you get the rollers aligned, another gear slips. I finished my mock test at 6 AM by the dam today, and all I could think was: Arsenal’s project needs the same patience I’m learning, but patience without a trophy is just procrastination, no? Bas, try karo. My son called from hostel last night — we both sat in silence, him studying thermodynamics, me staring at MFP’s latest gazette — and I thought, that’s